BALL LIKE THE C’S

[Intro]
Yuh, uh
Yeah, one time
Yeah, yuh

[Verse 1: JR SPECS ]
Take ‘em back to days spent in dirt lots
Spittin' shit, now you couldn't see me like Bird Box
Straight ahead, I can turn when the world stops
Working with the words in the motherfucking workshop
And the kid's from your town, so ya turnt up
Oh, I get it, the cell phone ringing in the middle of the woods like how’d you get service, hey
Grew up sitting in the first row of churches, hey
Mickie-D, brown bag for the breakfast
Working with the thumbs, with the super effective
Ever since Pokémon the dude been electric
Oh this shit fire, girl, escape to the exit, ooh
Little bit of sugar in your K2, fake dope
But you got a sweet tooth, me too
Nah, I can see a price on you all
Sold it to the devil when he call, man, shame on you
When I heard your shit I said, Deja Vu
Seen it before, y’all cannot sleep
I can just snore, you could do less
I could do more, I can do shit you cannot do
Y'all might grow up, be the boys in the blue
Couldn’t be me, no not a chance
So I play my song and then she do her dance

[Chorus: JR SPECS ]
Came in with the band like tie dye
Imma make her disappear like voila
Slide on a shorty like cha-cha
Then I dip with your shorty like Sabra
Golden state moves with the broomstick
But I ball like the C’s, baby, true shit
Don’t sleep on me, baby, tune in
Got your parents in the whip like, “Who’s this?”
Tell 'em, "I don't know"

[Verse 2: Michael Christmas]
Aww, yeah
Want some bands in the passenger, grab it
Make money disappear faster than magic
You pay for y'all team, yeah, you bastards, you magic
The way I beat beats, that’s just tragic
I melt these bitches like plastic
I’m just like Papi
I say I see nothing, what happened?
Level up, Freiza, get beat by Vegeta
Two joints apiece, and some Hen in 2 litre
I’m drunk off this, could run a five hundred meter
Spanish girl, I say look at me like Mita
Kicking the homies out, Martin & Gina
In them red pumps and she dunk on my penis
Like the opposite the Underachievers
First GPA was a 0.2
Dante snuck out just to dance on the roof
Dropped out and now Timmy Turner come true

[Chorus: JR SPECS & Michael Christmas]
Came in with the band like tie dye
Imma make her disappear like voila
Slide on a shorty like cha-cha (Cha cha)
Then I dip with your shorty like Sabra
Golden state moves with the broomstick
But I ball like the C’s, baby, true shit
Don’t sleep on me, baby, tune in
Got your parents in the whip like, “Who’s this?”
Tell 'em, "I don't know"

[Outro]
That’s perfect, exactly what I needed
Fuck that shit, real niggas fuck with Jodeci